#sabrina rant

[ariaricx]

Sometimes I watch a show. Sometimes that show makes me REALLY MAD. When that happens... you just gotta rant about it. 💁‍♀️ Here’s why I think the chilling adventures of Sabrina has gotten soooo bad.

This vid took me forever... I appreciate any support you can give me on my very small YouTube channel. If you don’t have time to watch it... maybe give it a like. I wanna prove it to my husband. 💪

Love ya’ll

[dreamersanddaemons]

Now back to the regularly scheduled memes. Sorry i just finished the new Sabrina series and nothing makes me mad like one disgustingly underthought line to ruin the arc of an entire character as well as immidiately remove me from the story. Who thought that was okay like genuinely who the fuck was like “you know what? I don’t know how I’d end his story or how he would move on following the final events of the series so let’s just have him die in the most triggering way possible just cause we can because we have two minutes left to tell this story and need to end on a shot of them kissing in the afterlife”

I just don’t understand.

Okay NOW back to the memes.

[sabyrinna-blog]

I write tis in my bathroom because I'm hiding haha...

No seriously though.

My grandfather has high blood pressure. 

He is on medication for hight blood pressure.

The medication keeps his blood pressure down.

Do you see a problem?

Yeah me either.

My grandfather has anxiety that he doesn't want to admit that he has and i know it. I know because he does EXACTLY what I do when I have an anxiety attack. He freaks out. He checks things and then double checks things and he sticks to his routines and constantly tries to convince himself that he's absolutely going to die if his blood pressure is anything over 165.

He just made me work harder than my english teacher did all year. 

I found FIVE websites that said that his sleeping medication actually lowers blood pressure (BP) and he STILL didn't believe it. Its like a race before bed to make sure that everything will be okay because I think my grandfather might be afraid that he'll die in his sleep. He is awake most nights and falls asleep sporadically but never for more than an hour. 

He drives my grandmother insane and she literally has to tell him to shut up. I'm afraid to leave the house because I know that he'll bug someone else about it when I'm not there and to be honest its kind of a debbie-downer situation. And when I am here my nana doesn't get as much of his paranoia. But at the same time its terribly annoying to deal with. And that makes me feel selfish.

He got new medication yesterday and woke me up at 7 AM to help him with  it. (It's a patch.) It administers his medication throughout the week and then he has to put a new one on. Unfortunately since it didn't kick in immediately his BP was around 160 so he ripped it off at 6 PM and took two of his old medication which then lowered his BP. He didn't even have it on for half of a day. He didn't even give it a chance.

He moans and groans about how sick he is but in reality- high BP doesn't have symptoms... So what is he complaining about?

Sometimes I fear that my grandfather is going crazy and it's actually really scary to think about. It's hard to think that one of the only people that has ever fought for me might slowly be losing himself to fear, anxiety, obsession and it might even turn into depression. (God forbid.)

It's really hard to explain to people that, I love making fun of his stories and his reactions but, I know that there has to be an actual problem that his doctors are missing. Not necessarily a physical one, but a mental one. 

[sabyrinna-blog]

I have worked everyday since after Christmas. And on my day off (today) I am taking my three youngest siblings into Boston with my aunt and two cousins. I work tomorrow and the day after which is my brothers birthday so I'll probably go to my mums house and spend the night there until Saturday which I also work again. On top of this I have a lot of RHA stuff that I really want to get done because I enjoy it. So, the fact that I run around like a chicken with its head cut off should be a good enough reason for me not to hang out with you on New Years Eve. I don't want to get drunk, I don't want to stay out late... I want to go to sleep so I can wake up for work the next morning because unlike a lot if people I NEED this money. I have books that are going to be about $500 at the cheapest -thats my whole paycheck. I've looked everywhere. For pete's sake if I had a day off- I'd be fucking sleeeeeeeeeeeeeping. Maybe next week when I have time we can hang out but right now its too much.